TribuTerry Sam: Music

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Oh I, check out the sunshine, check out the rain
Bad times, fun times
Pleasure and pain, they're both the same
From both I gain, and grateful I remain
I may seem crazy but I know that I'm not
To go a little crazy's what I've always been taught
Because the little things matter a lot
And the little things are all that I got

I stop to smell the flowers, growing side by side
I feel their healing powers
The rain the sky has cried, plants are satisfied
The sun looks on with pride, lifelessness has died
Sometimes we never seem to give it a thought
Might seem as tiny as a dot on a dot
But it's the little things that matter a lot
And the little things are all that I got

Check the little children, growing up so fast
But speed will kill them
Crash after crash, fragile as glass
And so myself I ask, am I equal to the task
It's hard to overcome it but I'll give it a shot
I can't drop it like a little coin in a slot
Because the little ones matter a lot
And the little ones are all that we got

I irrigate the landscape, I cultivate my mind
I plant the seeds with handshakes
Through schizophrenic times
Of progress and decline
I note the warning signs
And endeavor to be kind
So let me hear you now
Give it all you got now, with a little thought now
Little means a lot, bigger than a dot, in a dot

(©Terry Swarn)